Sometimes I wish I could charge you
As easily as I charge my phone
Charge you up with life
Charge you for it
Charge at you
And spill
Your coffee
And your
Smiles
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the sieve and the sand 
Yes.
Nasty good.
Sometime after reading this, I found myself going like ” sometimes I wish i could charge you as easily…” I was repeating your poem like some spell or something. Nice, usually I can’t remember a thing I am brainless that way… Or it maybe that you have the potential to become a leader of some new sect. Dunno, anyways I liked this poem and by the way welcome ( I think you’re sort of new here, right?)
The ‘sometimes sect’, we never commit fully to anything. glad you liked the poem. i am the newby indeed, and thankyou for the welcome.